As I find myself in bit of dilemma, being that I am an eleven year old trapped in a fifty-three year old body, where I find that in these sunny days in Vancouver brings out the deviance in me. I find myself staring at all the beautiful women whom this city has in an abundance, in which I am truly grateful. What disturb me even more are what parts these wandering eyes stare upon. It is distasteful; however there seems to be, no ending it. These are just wondering thoughts that stream through my mind, which makes life much more challenging for eleven year old stuck in a fifty-three year old body.